The next day Daria went off to her classes at Raft. Jane attended Boston Fine Arts College, better known as B-FAC.
Daria sat in the library between classes and thought about what Jane wanted her to do. She had tickled Quinn when they were kids because Quinn was a pain-in-the-ass and hated to be tickled. Jane wasn't a pain-in-the-ass, and she wanted to be tickled. For money.
Jane's parents hadn't saved much of a college fund for Jane. Jane had to scramble to make ends meet, working two jobs over the summer, working part-time during the school year, plus getting paid for posing for "life drawing" classes, which meant she posed nude for art students like herself.
Posing nude had a long and honorable tradition among artists. But this tickling thing sounded really kinky to Daria.
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Between classes, Jane walked to the house near BFAC where "Tickle Mania Media" operated. She had seen the advertisement in the BFAC Bee, the student newspaper, asking for "tickle models" to come forth. She had called after talking to Daria the previous night and had scheduled an audition.
The front door of the old house swung partway open when she knocked.
"Come on in," she heard a male voice say.
She entered and saw a young man a few years older than herself, sitting at a table, working on some sort of paperwork.
"Jane Lane?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Paul Zemeski," he said. "You're here for the audition?"
"Yeah," said Jane.
"You seem a little nervous. Most are. Ever done anything like this before?"
"Nope."
"Ever been tied up?"
"You mean like in bondage? Uh, no. Can I ask how you got into ... this?"
"Well, I'm putting myself through college. Grad school at MIT in EE. I make some money doing this. Enough to rent a house for myself. Roommates can be a pain."
"Uh, well, I sort of like my roommate. She's going to be doing the tickling. Your ad said I'd get paid more if I provided a tickler."
"Yeah, it's easier if I can just run the camera. It's quicker, mostly."
"Soooo ... what do I do?"
"You brought something brief to wear?'
"Running shorts and a sports bra."
"OK, change in the bathroom and we'll see how you look and if you're ticklish."
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Daria got back to the apartment late that afternoon convinced she couldn't go through with it. She tried to imagine herself in a video, ruthlessly tickling Jane as she had done to Quinn way back when. She just couldn't picture herself doing it. She wasn't cut out to be a porn star. Or bondage star. Or whatever it was.
But was Jane?
Jane came through the door.
"Well, Daria, I passed my audition."
"Meaning?"
"That I'm ticklish and look good enough to be in a video, I guess."
"Are you going to do it?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, that's why I went to the audition ..."
"Jane, have you really thought about this?"
"You mean what it's going to be like? Look, Daria, once I'm strapped down there's no way out, right? I'll just have to go through with it and then I get paid and that's it."
Daria sighed.
"Jane, I don't want to do this."
"C'mon, Daria! I just wouldn't trust anyone else!"
"What about people in your classes?"
"I want you to do this, Daria," said Jane firmly.
"I did it to Quinn because I was pissed off at her. She hated it. I'm not pissed off at you."
"This is for money, Daria."
"You're going to hate being tickled."
"I'm going to love getting paid."
"Dammit, Jane!"
Daria sat down with her head in her hands.
"Daria, I'm asking you to do this," said Jane. "Please."
"OK," said Daria.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, OK, I said OK," said Daria unhappily.
Daria sat in the library between classes and thought about what Jane wanted her to do. She had tickled Quinn when they were kids because Quinn was a pain-in-the-ass and hated to be tickled. Jane wasn't a pain-in-the-ass, and she wanted to be tickled. For money.
Jane's parents hadn't saved much of a college fund for Jane. Jane had to scramble to make ends meet, working two jobs over the summer, working part-time during the school year, plus getting paid for posing for "life drawing" classes, which meant she posed nude for art students like herself.
Posing nude had a long and honorable tradition among artists. But this tickling thing sounded really kinky to Daria.
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Between classes, Jane walked to the house near BFAC where "Tickle Mania Media" operated. She had seen the advertisement in the BFAC Bee, the student newspaper, asking for "tickle models" to come forth. She had called after talking to Daria the previous night and had scheduled an audition.
The front door of the old house swung partway open when she knocked.
"Come on in," she heard a male voice say.
She entered and saw a young man a few years older than herself, sitting at a table, working on some sort of paperwork.
"Jane Lane?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said.
"Paul Zemeski," he said. "You're here for the audition?"
"Yeah," said Jane.
"You seem a little nervous. Most are. Ever done anything like this before?"
"Nope."
"Ever been tied up?"
"You mean like in bondage? Uh, no. Can I ask how you got into ... this?"
"Well, I'm putting myself through college. Grad school at MIT in EE. I make some money doing this. Enough to rent a house for myself. Roommates can be a pain."
"Uh, well, I sort of like my roommate. She's going to be doing the tickling. Your ad said I'd get paid more if I provided a tickler."
"Yeah, it's easier if I can just run the camera. It's quicker, mostly."
"Soooo ... what do I do?"
"You brought something brief to wear?'
"Running shorts and a sports bra."
"OK, change in the bathroom and we'll see how you look and if you're ticklish."
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Daria got back to the apartment late that afternoon convinced she couldn't go through with it. She tried to imagine herself in a video, ruthlessly tickling Jane as she had done to Quinn way back when. She just couldn't picture herself doing it. She wasn't cut out to be a porn star. Or bondage star. Or whatever it was.
But was Jane?
Jane came through the door.
"Well, Daria, I passed my audition."
"Meaning?"
"That I'm ticklish and look good enough to be in a video, I guess."
"Are you going to do it?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, that's why I went to the audition ..."
"Jane, have you really thought about this?"
"You mean what it's going to be like? Look, Daria, once I'm strapped down there's no way out, right? I'll just have to go through with it and then I get paid and that's it."
Daria sighed.
"Jane, I don't want to do this."
"C'mon, Daria! I just wouldn't trust anyone else!"
"What about people in your classes?"
"I want you to do this, Daria," said Jane firmly.
"I did it to Quinn because I was pissed off at her. She hated it. I'm not pissed off at you."
"This is for money, Daria."
"You're going to hate being tickled."
"I'm going to love getting paid."
"Dammit, Jane!"
Daria sat down with her head in her hands.
"Daria, I'm asking you to do this," said Jane. "Please."
"OK," said Daria.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah, OK, I said OK," said Daria unhappily.
